Riding a ship without a sail

From last twenty-five years... 

I am riding a ship without a sail... 

And imagine me standing on the deck, 

With tears in my eyes... 

I see nothing, 

But blue skies. 

My hands being red, 

But nothing been said. 

The holes in my shirt, 

That my mom gave. 

She couldn't stand anything. 

So, she just waved... 

The cut on my knee, 

That finally stopped hurting. 

The beam of light, 

That's no longer burning. 

Imagine me, standing on the deck

With no one to talk... 

My feet all bruised up

I can't even walk. 

From last twenty three years I am missing my Father. 

Though I am sure, he must be having fun. 

I can't even phone him . 

I don't even have one.